A/N: PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE! Okay, I know I haven't updated in almost a month, but I'm still dealing with my concussion stuff! I'm soo sorry! It's hard enough to get all my school work done, since I'm in honors classes, and have to deal with getting my concussion and neck injury under control! So I haven't been able to write anything at all! OMG WHO SAW DIVERGENT? I DID! It was good, but they were so far away from the book! Ugh! What did you all think?

TRIS POV

When Uriah closes the door, Four begins to talk, "I can take the floor and you can take the bed."
"No Four you don't need to do that! I'll take the floor."
He begins to chuckle, "Since neither one of us will let the other sleep on the floor, how about we share the bed? That is, if you don't mind."
I start to feel heat rise up to my cheeks, "Okay, I don't mind."

I walk over to my bag and grab a pair of black shorts and a bright orange t-shirt, "I'll be right back, I'm going to go change."
"Okay, I'll stay here and change then."

I walk into the bathroom and try to cool of my cheeks with the back of my hand. I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay calm while sharing a bed with Four. I really like him and I don't want to do something to screw it up.

When I'm done changing, I walk back into the bedroom and see Four sitting on the bed in a pair of black basketball shorts, and a bright green cut off t-shirt. He sees me and smiles, "Did you have fun tonight?"
I take a seat next to him on the bed and laugh, "Yes, especially when we played truth or dare! Most of those dares were really stupid. I feel bad for the kid Shauna made cry though."
He bursts out laughing, "I know poor kid, he'll be scarred for life. The dare Will gave you was pretty funny though. I wonder how your brother will take the message."
"Well if he finds out its me, I'll probably get a lecture from him about prank calling. He can be such a fun sucker sometimes. He hasn't always been like that though. When we were younger, HE would be the one my parents had to lecture, and now he doesn't do anything fun. He's always work, work, work!"
"Yeah, I understand, people change, and sometimes its for the worst." He stops and shudders when he says that. I wonder why, "What do you mean by that?"
He bites his lip and asks me nervously, "Tris, if I tell you something, will you promise me not to tell anyone?"
I smile at him for reassurance and say, "Of course, Four. You have my word."

Four takes a deep breath and begins, "This is something I've never told anyone before, not even Zeke. When I was about 3 years old, my mom had my baby sister Ashley. My parents were so happy to be having another kid, and we all seemed to become closer as a family. But when Ashley was born, my parents started to get tired, and my dad got stressed. He started to drink excessively, about 6 months after my sister was born. He would come home drunk every night, and then stay in his study until after my mom put my sister and I to bed." By this point he has his eyes closed, and I'm rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand. "One night when I was 5, I woke up to my mother screaming downstairs. So I got out of bed to see what was going on. I went into the kitchen, and saw my-my d-dad holding a belt and whipping my mother on the back with it, repeatedly. I screamed and my mom yelled at me, 'Tobias, run! Go back up to bed honey.'"
I sit up, 'wait his name is Tobias? That's why his sister called him T!'
"I just stood there in shock, my dad was obviously drunk and my mom was crying out in pain.
About two months later, I woke up one morning and my mom was downstairs making breakfast. She told me to go up and bring Ashley down to eat. When I came back she gave us both chocolate chip pancakes, and kissed our foreheads. She began to cry and said to us, 'Mommy is going to go away for a while, and I just want you both to know how much I love you. Tobias, I need you to be a big boy and look after your sister, okay? Don't let anyone near her.' I nodded and my mother left. Sh-she never came back, and I haven't seen her since.

About a month later, my dad came home drunk after I had put my sister to bed. He screamed at me and told me to take off my shirt. He said that I was a horrible excuse for a son and that I was the reason my mother left. I did as I was told and h-he, he began to beat me with his belt. I screamed out in pain and he kept going until I was knocked out. Ever since then, he's beat me every night while my sister is asleep and if I cry out in pain, the beatings will only get worse. My sister doesn't even know what a monster he is. I hate that I have to call him my father, he doesn't deserve that title." At this point I'm in tears, and Fo-Tobias is on the verge of tears. I hug him, and he asks me,"Why aren't you looking at me like I'm a kicked puppy or something?"
"Because, you're not, Four, you're the bravest and strongest person, I've ever met. No one should have to go through that. You're too great of a person to deserve this. Why haven't you told anyone what he does to you?"
"Don't call me Four, it's nice to hear my name again, but please only call me Tobias when it's just us. Also, no one would believe that Marcus Eaton, the mayor, could do that to his son. They'd think that I was lying, even though I have the scars on my back to prove it. Plus, I don't want everyone to think I'm weak and pity me."
I hesitantly ask, "Could I see them?"
He laughs, "Are you asking me to undress Tris?"
I blush, "Only partially?"
He turns his back to me and removes his shirt, I gasp.

Okay that's all I have time for now! I didn't really proof read this so sorry if it sucks! Tell me what you think! Review, follow and favorite!

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